There’s a little man in a little house
With a little pet dog and a little pet [bunny]
I know where he lives and I visit him
We have Sunday tea, sausages and beans
I know where he lives
‘Cause I know where [Dear Matthew] lives
He was very famous once upon a time
But no one knows even if he’s alive
But I know where he lives and I visit him
In a little hut in [Texas, I think]
I know where he lives
‘Cause I know where [Dear Matthew] lives
And the trees and the flowers are so pretty, aren’t they?
He was very famous once upon a time
And no one cares even if he’s alive (we do)
But I know where he lives and I visit him
In a little hut by the edge of the wood

I’m going to kick off today’s drive time show with an indulgently long song from Low’s last album, 2015’s Ones and Sixes. From there, the show will zig-zag between styles and genres in an almost absurd and ugly manner because, well, it’s fun and good music is good music and genres are someone else’s box, man.

Based of the first four songs that have been released from it thus far, Low’s next album, Double Negative, promises to be a stunner. This evening’s show will feature the latest single from the album, “Disarray,” which was released on the 16th of this month.

Three A.M. I’m awakened
By a sweet summer rain
Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train
Was I dreaming
Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed?
Am I hearing things?
Or in the next room
Did a long forgotten music box just start playing?
And I know (it’s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)
And I know (it’s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said)
And I know (only fools venture where them spirits tread)
Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing ’round my head)
Is just static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)
Now there’s a church house
About a stone’s throw down
From this place where I been staying
It’s Sunday morning
And I’m sittin’ in my truck
Listening to my neighbor sing
Ten years ago I might have joined in
But don’t time change those inclined
To think less of what is written
Than what’s wrote between the lines?
Cause I know (dreams are for those who are asleep in bed)
And I know (it’s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)
Cause I know (for all my ruminations I can’t change a thing
Still I hope (there’s others out there who are listening)
To the static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio
Static on the radio
(Ain’t praying for miracles, I’m just down on my knees)
Static on the radio
(Listening for the song behind everything I think I know)
Static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)

“The artwork is a figurative sculpture based on Huckleberry Finn, Alfred E. Neuman, and Howdy Doody. It’s a cartoony, life-size figure that’s almost like a piece of sports equipment. It has six points around the body, and it’s rudimentarily animated from three of these points. It’s similar to other characters I’ve used in my films, but it’s ultimately a new character. It also has eyes, which are video screens with special glass lenses on top. It’s able to make eye contact with viewers […]. The character goes between anger and pain. Animated content plays in the video screens that serve as its eyes, along with live video footage I’ve shot. Formally, it’s extremely glossy, reflective.” Jordan Wolson on “Colored Sculpture”